I miss you. It’s been two days, but it feels like it’s been weeks. You won’t return my calls or texts and your silence is so stinking loud, Ryan. You weren’t at service today, and I get it. Truly. But I don’t want you to feel alone in this. You aren’t alone, okay?
My sisters said to give you time, but I wish I could talk with you about all of this. I wish we could walk Dolly together. I wish you’d yell at me or fight… and maybe then we could make this right and have that dance.
Gin
Melody Man,
Today is definitely a Civil Wars day… in the worst kinda way. (There I go, rhyming again).
It’s raining and finally cold, and I’ve sat in my loft, paralyzed. I’m praying for you.
For your heart.
I’m sorry.
Super penpal secret: My favorite color is green… because it reminds me of your eyes.
Gin
Melody Man,
Two notes in one day. You’re my diary again, and I can’t seem to help myself. Jan said I looked like “an opossum smacked by daylight,” so… things are going great here.
(They aren’t. I’m sad.) I’ve prayed through this. Man, have I prayed.
I know letting you believe I wasn’t Mood Music was wrong, but here’s the thing, I also have to believe the timing of all this was nothing but providential. God knew exactly when and why we’d both walk into this recordstore, looking for one thing but getting friendship in return. And I am not sorry for that, Ryan Hood. Not a bit. I soaked up every single letter you wrote and read your words again and again, so incredibly thankful for my secret penpal. Thankful for you.
And my mistakes, no matter how monumental, can’t change what God gave me in you.
P.S. Let it be known I was not the one who signed you up for the magazine subscriptions… Georgia told me how much you hated the Hobby Horse one.
Secret: Your laugh—the real one—is my favorite.
Yours,
Ginny
Melody Man,
Sorry about the glitter bomb. That one was me.
Ginny
Melody Man,
I think I may just start a comprehensive list of my secrets here for you…
Maybe I’m bored. But mostly I just want you to know me. To know my heart and know I’d never intentionally do something to hurt you…
Except for the time I purposely sabotaged things with the girl you briefly went out with a couple of years ago. Hadley? Hayley? Harper? I dunno… She had multiple french bulldogs and, quite frankly, was too attached to them for my liking. (She showed me pictures of her kissing them on the mouth)
Red Flags anyone?
Anyways, Imight havedefinitely insinuated that you’d been treated for a full body fungus over the better course of the year and that it was repressed for the time being… but we couldn’t be certain it wouldn’t return.
Sorry. Kind of.
Gin
